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Big light. Yes light biiiiig. So big it blind me.
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Read this when you’re too tired to explain. When your body feels like the enemy. When you’re silently breaking in a room full of people who have no idea.” These are 8 reminders I wrote for myself… for the days the grief is too loud and my body feels like it’s slipping further away from the person I once was. I used to feel guilty for not showing up. Guilty for canceling. Guilty for sleeping. Guilty for existing in a body that couldn’t keep up. But chronic illness changes everything. It rewires your time, your identity, your ability to plan, to trust, to move through the world like everyone else. People don’t see it. The flares that come out of nowhere. The mourning of the version of you that didn’t live in pain. The loneliness of explaining symptoms that don’t have clean names or tidy timelines. The hypervigilance around food, weather, noise, meds, plans — everything. The shame of needing help. The fear of being forgotten. And yet… we wake up again. Even if we don’t leave bed. Even if our win is brushing our teeth. Even if no one sees our effort — we’re still here. These 8 reminders are my way of holding your hand in the dark. 🕊 Just because you’re surviving doesn’t mean you’re living — and I’m sorry the world calls that enough. 🌱 There’s grief in becoming someone your old self wouldn’t recognize — but you stayed. That’s brave. 🪞 You don’t have to explain your pain. Let them misunderstand you. Your body already understands too much. 🌤 Your bed isn’t weakness. It’s the battlefield you return to, over and over, still fighting. 💧 Your healing isn’t invisible. It’s sacred. It’s slow. But it’s happening. 🧘‍♀️ You didn’t ask for this life. And still — you’re loving your way through it. 🕯️ You are not a burden. You’re a mapless survivor navigating a storm no one trained for. 🩷 You’re not behind. You’re walking a path no one told you existed. And you’re still walking. If you’ve ever felt forgotten in your pain… this is your sign: You are not alone. You are not weak. You are not broken. You are living a life that demands courage most people will never understand. And I see you. 💌 Save this. Share it with someone you love. Watch it when your soul feels like it’s unraveling. Because even in this pain… you are still worthy of gentleness.  #Chronic#ChronicIllnessb#InvisibleIllnesscallykarissa  #MentalH#MentalHealthAwarenessereStillFighting
Read this when you’re too tired to explain. When your body feels like the enemy. When you’re silently breaking in a room full of people who have no idea.” These are 8 reminders I wrote for myself… for the days the grief is too loud and my body feels like it’s slipping further away from the person I once was. I used to feel guilty for not showing up. Guilty for canceling. Guilty for sleeping. Guilty for existing in a body that couldn’t keep up. But chronic illness changes everything. It rewires your time, your identity, your ability to plan, to trust, to move through the world like everyone else. People don’t see it. The flares that come out of nowhere. The mourning of the version of you that didn’t live in pain. The loneliness of explaining symptoms that don’t have clean names or tidy timelines. The hypervigilance around food, weather, noise, meds, plans — everything. The shame of needing help. The fear of being forgotten. And yet… we wake up again. Even if we don’t leave bed. Even if our win is brushing our teeth. Even if no one sees our effort — we’re still here. These 8 reminders are my way of holding your hand in the dark. 🕊 Just because you’re surviving doesn’t mean you’re living — and I’m sorry the world calls that enough. 🌱 There’s grief in becoming someone your old self wouldn’t recognize — but you stayed. That’s brave. 🪞 You don’t have to explain your pain. Let them misunderstand you. Your body already understands too much. 🌤 Your bed isn’t weakness. It’s the battlefield you return to, over and over, still fighting. 💧 Your healing isn’t invisible. It’s sacred. It’s slow. But it’s happening. 🧘‍♀️ You didn’t ask for this life. And still — you’re loving your way through it. 🕯️ You are not a burden. You’re a mapless survivor navigating a storm no one trained for. 🩷 You’re not behind. You’re walking a path no one told you existed. And you’re still walking. If you’ve ever felt forgotten in your pain… this is your sign: You are not alone. You are not weak. You are not broken. You are living a life that demands courage most people will never understand. And I see you. 💌 Save this. Share it with someone you love. Watch it when your soul feels like it’s unraveling. Because even in this pain… you are still worthy of gentleness. #Chronic#ChronicIllnessb#InvisibleIllnesscallykarissa #MentalH#MentalHealthAwarenessereStillFighting

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